Thursday, May 31, 2012

Trucker Fucker 2 by Barry Lowe

Jez
is back behind the wheel of his rig, self-conscious he’s sampled the
oral expertise of his court appointed problem feral, Atom. He’s having
second thoughts about his involvement with the very twink he’s supposed
to mentor, putting himself through hell over their relationship
especially after Atom helps him out of a tight spot with the highway
patrol. When the two of them are thrown into jail by corrupt cops in the
next town it looks as if even Atom’s skills won’t help them this time.

We
were back on the road again. Atom was so buzzed that I wondered whether
he got off on the violence at the stopover or whether he’d taken
something when he was out of my sight. Maybe both. He’d been very quiet
but could scarcely sit still for the first fifteen to twenty minutes of
our onward journey.
Finally, he turned to me. “Sorry, Jez. Didn’t mean to get you involved in all that trouble back there.”
I snorted. “No apologies necessary. I got the best knob polish ever as a result.”
“Yeah, about that,” he added. “I didn’t mean to force myself on you. I know you’re a pussy sorta guy.”
To stop him wallowing in guilt, I said, “Maybe after tonight’s
experience I might defect to the other side for the occasional blow
job.”
His face lit up. “Really? I was that good?”
I leaned across and ruffled his hair. “Don’t let it go to your head, son.”
“You’ve got a nice cock, Jez. I’d really like to feel it in my ass some time.”
“In your dreams, mate. Not gonna happen.”
Sure, I was willing to overlook the fact it was a dude hanging off my
shaft on the odd occasion I was so horny it didn’t matter, but sink my
tackle in his shit hole. Uh huh.
Atom just smiled. “I’ve got a week shy of six months to get you to change your mind. Wanna make a bet on it?”
“You’d just be losing the shirt off your back, that’s how adamant I am.”
“And I reckon you’ll give in before the time is up.”
Smug bastard. I know my cock inside out and no way was it gonna get hard for boy cunt.
“You got a bet, Atom,” I said at last. “No drugs, no getting me drunk, no underhanded tricks.”
“I won’t need ’em.”
“Cocky little prick.”
“So, what’s the bet?”
“Hundred bucks?”
“Jeez, you don’t have much confidence that you’ll be able to withstand
my obvious charms.” So saying, Atom slipped his shorts down over his
butt and placed his feet on the dash so he could finger his ass.
I looked across and I must confess the sight of his finger penetrating
his sphincter did have a certain allure but I bypassed the erection
cortex of my brain and the potential for penile excitement ended up down
a dead end. Shit, that was close. But I knew I had the willpower.